Thirteen
“I can’t believe this.” Randy flipped on the blinker and made a slight right turn into a truck stop. He glared into the rear view mirror. “We are literally,” he pointed at the windshield, “less than fifty miles from the prison. You can’t wait?”
Ralston growled from behind Clarence. Growled again. “No, I cannot.” He kicked the back of Clarence’s seat like a child. “I gotta go.”
“Grrr.” This time growling came from Randy up front. He pulled into a parking spot and opened his door.
Goatee Man stroked his goatee. “This is stupid. This is when things happen.”
Clarence had been thinking the same thing only with a different twist. If only he wasn’t shackled. He could push out the back door while it was open and make—
Scar Man leaned forward. “You were thinking the same thing, weren
